Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Defeatist

these thoughts are suicidecan't riseover themknow what they arecan't stop themin stupor sittingout mouth comes nothingI'm what's lef tbehindby vacant mindwhen all else is more interestingand somehow I feel a gslightthinking these thoughtsI think:why write?decidedly I leave, being beatena defeat unneeded to feel,but felt all the same

none can save me but me,but myself I can't seewithin or withoutIn emptiness I sit, stare,I go nowhereabandoned as I am to thelimbo of choicelessness,purgatory of indecision,and utter unskillfulnessI think nothing can bringme out of itbut in truth I ask:what could bring me out?